His Place Is Higher Than Mine

Shocked wasn’t enough to explain Mane’s current train of emotions. Surprised, scared and terrified were certainly better descriptions. But they still didn’t cover the full brunt of emotions that swarmed Mane when Ashera’s voice reached him. He blanked out, his mind nothing but a simmering black hole. His lips shook and twitched like one suffering from involuntary, uncontrolled spasms, and his body shook like a leaf struggling against a furious storm.

His aura involuntary forced its way out of his body, as torrents of fire and lightning squirmed round him like snakes and bound themselves to him. Violent winds whipped the area around Mane, tossing the coffee table before him to one of the ends of the room. As Mane clenched his fists a black aura clothed him fully, accepting him in its embrace. His golden locks grew into red knots that hissed angrily at the current circumstances. He was still seated, with his arms placed on his laps like a calm gentleman.